Page 286 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Truth or dare?” Sophie asked. “Great, truth,” she said before he could respond.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently she had read my face.
“Sean, have you ever made out with someone secretly in a dark closet?”
Sean spit out the sip of beer he’d taken. “What did you just say to me?”
“Have you ever secretly hooked up with someone in a dark closet?”
He took a long sip of his beer. And then he hiccupped. He looked really pissed. Or really sad? I couldn’t tell. But he certainly seemed really drunk.
“Who told you that?” he asked.
Sophie shrugged. “I’m just asking.”
“No, tell me. Did my sister tell you that?” he asked. “Did you talk to my sister?”
Yeah, he definitely seemed pissed.
“Um...yes?” Sophie said.
Sean burst out crying.
Oh my God, what is happening?
“I begged my uncle not to touch me.”
I cringed.Oh no.
“Sophie,” I hissed. “Sit down.” This had gone entirely too far.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she joined us on the log. “I didn’t know he’d been inappropriately touched by his pervy uncle. How was I supposed to know that?”
There had been no way to know. But that officially lowered my list to six.
Billy O’Reilly slapped Sean on the back and stood up. “On that note. Maybe someone else should go. Liam, how about you?”
Wait, what?I looked over to where Liam had just stood up. RJ and him had been sitting across the fire from us and I hadn’t noticed.Ah! No!My little brother and cousin couldn’t play Truth or Dare with us. That was too freaking weird!
But my brother had already spun the bottle.
I stared daggers at him. But I wasn’t sure he could see because his face was obscured in a cloud of smoke.Wait.That smoke wasn’t coming from the fire. Was Liam smoking a joint right now? I stood up and walked over to him as the bottle spun.
“Are you smoking?” I asked. Even though it was very clear that he was. A freaking joint was hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
He took a long pull from the joint instead of responding to me.
“Dad is going to kill you if he smells pot on you.” I pulled the joint from his lips and threw it in the fire.
Liam groaned. “What the hell, Scar?”
“Are you trying to get grounded next?”
“You probably shouldn’t have touched that,” he said. “Now you’ll smell like pot too. And you threw it in the fire. Everyone is gonna be high.”
Freaking gah!I wiped my hand off on my jean shorts, not that it would help at all. The smell of his drugs was all around me.
Liam cleared his throat and nodded down at the bottle.
